The Jock & I

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Waking up at 5am was child abuse.

If that sun is not up, why should I be?

Okay, yeah maybe I was being a little dramatic, but I enjoyed my sleep and nothing would ever make waking up at 5 am okay.

This stupid move being one of those dreadful things. It's one of those hazy days, you know when your sitting in your room minding your own business and the sun is bursting through the crevaces in between your blinds, and your room is filled with light, but then suddenly the sun goes down and the room gets dark, only to have it be pitifully light one minute later?

That's exactly how I would describe today.

Clearly, I was lacking in the friend department, so it's not like I was leaving much behind, but my room had always been my favorite place.

The way that my lavendar painted walls glowed off the light projected into the room, gave me a sense of home. And the great white bookshelf shoved in the corner of the room where the left and middle walls met, lined with hundreds of old and new books.
I was kind of a bookworm, my sister Sam had cheerleading, my brother Seth had baseball season and his team, and books were my thing.

My family dosen't give me enough credit, let me tell you when I say finishing the whole Twilight Series in 6 days is a skill I mean it!

Have you seen those books?

There colosal!

But my room is definitely what I would miss the most. You can't get a veiw of pine and evergreen trees lined up in a perfect formation surrounding a huge lake in
New York City.

It would be flashing lights and billboard signs from here on in.

I slowly lifted my head from the pillow I had my head positioned on and raised my arms high above my head. I streched my whole body, making loud grunting noises I didn't even know i was capable of making. I then took a deep bed and flipped the edge of my cover to the side revealing my flannel covered legs. My fannel pajama pants hung loosely around my legs making them seem about 30 pounds larger then they actually were. As my feet hit the cool wood floor, my body instantly froze.

It's technically still summer time. Why on earth was it still so gosh darn cold.

I maneuvered my way around the few boxes that still cluttered the floors of my room, these were the boxes I would fill with all my books and my bedding along with it's pillows. It sucked that my bookcase wouldn't be making it to New York with us, there wasn't enough room for it in the apartment, so I had to leave it behind for the new people who were to be moving into our house.

Lucky bastards.
They were getting a nice bookshelf.

I looked at myself quickly regretting it.
My eyes nearly bursted through their sockets as I saw my horrific apperance.
You know those commercials on tv that show adults rising out of bed in the morning with their hair perfectly groomed and not a flaw to be seen on their face?

Why couldn't we all wake up like that?
My hair was a disheveled mess, and not to mention my eyes had dark circles out to China!

Absolutely gross. I mean I know I lived in Toronto, but did my skin really have to resemble the milky white complexion of Edward Cullen?

I seriously looked like a vampire.

I scooped a chunk of my brunnette hair into my palms pulling it all up into a small ponytail behind my face.

I tore my green Camp Dakota t-shirt off and threw it on the floor along with my flannel green and white pants.

Faint sounds of a blow-dryer blowing out what I assumed to be my sister's hair could be heard through the crack of my slighty opened door.